It's just The Sims, how did it become my ideal love story?

Chapter 1: The Perfect Life System?

P.S.: The first chapter is a bit depressing and somber. If you don't like that kind of atmosphere, you can skip most of the first chapter.
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The Perfect Life Simulation System is at your service. What kind of life would you like to simulate and reshape?

Staring intently at the light screen and words that had inexplicably appeared before him, Gu Huai realized that a miracle might indeed have befallen his ordinary life.

How did all this happen? He only remembered...
The company during the day, before I leave work.

"Wow~ Time to go home from get off work~"

"Finally finished, I'm exhausted. Anyone want to go for a drink? My treat!"

An office with the air conditioning on.

The young people, dressed in suits, are full of vitality, like the rising sun.

"I'll sign up! I'll sign up! I haven't had a drink in three days, I'm going to die."

An excited young girl wearing glasses, still carrying the naivety that hadn't completely faded from university.

"Why are you being so polite today, Zhong? Looks like your promotion is practically guaranteed?"

The young man called Ah Zhong is actually more youthful and dashing than most people in the office, seemingly not at all the energetic type an office worker should have.

He pushed up his glasses and said very modestly, "Brother Lin, that's going too far. It's like I only treat people when I get promoted. Besides, this matter hasn't been finalized yet, so don't talk about this at the company."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The older-looking man chuckled as he shut down his laptop. "Where are we going for drinks? Count me in."

"The restaurant downstairs from the office is nearby."

"Row."

It's just after get off work, and the atmosphere in the office seems as cheerful as a classroom after school.

Aside from the laughter and chatter, the jarring sound of the keyboard clattering away was unabated, so loud it was impossible to ignore.

Zhong Xinyang hesitated for a moment, but still walked over with a smile and patted the shoulder of someone who looked a little hunched over.

The sound when it was struck was dull, like damp mud, without any crispness.

As soon as he took the picture, a thought immediately popped into Zhong Xinyang's mind.

'Am I photographing living people or corpses?'

She's too thin.

"Gu Huai, you're off work, wanna go for a drink?"

His inner thoughts didn't affect his facial expression; that was his upbringing and what set him apart from everyone else in the office.

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"What did you say? I didn't hear you."

The other person was still looking at the computer, seemingly with no intention of stopping their work. They did say something, but their voice sounded very weak, like someone who had been malnourished for a long time, making a dying sound.

When Zhong Xinyang asked this question.

With his head down, his hair disheveled and his back view thin, the man whose age was impossible to guess finally stopped what he was doing.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Zhong Xinyang.

As soon as he looked up, Zhong Xinyang's eye twitched involuntarily.

What's with these dark circles? And why is there someone in this office with such a strong "corpse aura"?
That haggard face, those stubble gracing it, and those dark circles under his eyes—you could easily believe he'd been dead in that office for seven days.

"Thank you, but I won't go."

He replied.

Zhong Xinyang smiled and said, "Everyone should go. It's a group activity, so just participate and be more sociable. Consider it a favor to me."

He offered this words of comfort.

The man, radiating an aura of death, frowned. "I still have work to do."

Perhaps it was because of the man's consistently disrespectful behavior, or his unpleasant tone.

Zhong Xinyang withdrew his hand and chuckled.

"People who work overtime are practically dying from exhaustion, and they still have to work overtime. How interesting."

Gu Huai was too lazy to argue, nor did he have the energy for it.

He had been suffering from chronic insomnia for a long time.

Unsatisfied sleep and a hectic work schedule are both squeezing his life, and he even feels that he might not live past this year.

What exactly is wrong with his life? He doesn't know.

That's all, just a numb, monotonous job.

As his colleagues left the office one after another, he could also hear Zhong Xinyang's undisguised voice.

"He's so strange; he insists on working overtime instead of going out for drinks."

"Oh dear, that's just how Gu Huai is. He's almost thirty and still doesn't act like a proper person. I don't know what he does every night. He's always listless. Judging from this, he must have been too indulgent when he was young, and his body has been ruined by alcohol and women."

"Don't mind him, he's always ignoring me when I talk to him, and he's so unresponsive. It's really annoying. Especially his eyes, they're so lewd."

"Is this what they call 'pure laborers' online? Do they think that working diligently will lead to promotions, raises, and the boss's favor? They'll be slackers their whole lives?"

People these days are really something else; they even criticize themselves.

Finally, night fell and the city lights came on.

He looked up, feeling the exhaustion in his body, and numbly checked whether all the spreadsheets and files had been saved.

He lit a cigarette at the bus stop before the last bus arrived.

His eyes, dark circles under his eyes, stared blankly at the street across the street.

"What are you thinking about?" A voice came from beside me as I was lost in thought. I turned around and saw a young man in a well-tailored suit with neatly combed hair.

He is one of the few friends I have in this city, and the only college classmate I still keep in touch with and see regularly: Xu Cheng.

He works at the company next door, and the two often bump into each other there.

Gu Huai shook his head while smoking. "It's nothing. I was just thinking how I never imagined life would be this boring when I was in college."

Xu Cheng smiled and said, "How am I bored? I think it's fine. As long as I balance work and life, I shouldn't put so much pressure on myself. Look at you, a perfectly healthy young man, not even 30 yet, and you're acting like a greasy middle-aged man. Is it really necessary?"

"You're talking as if you just got off work."

"When I work overtime, I eat, drink coffee, and play cards with my boss and superiors. How can that be the same as what you're doing? At most, you'll get some overtime pay, but it has absolutely nothing to do with your future. What exactly have you been working overtime like crazy these past few months?"

Xu Cheng frowned and asked.

Gu Huai thought for a moment, "I've been having insomnia, so I thought that if I worked even harder, I'd eventually fall asleep normally. But it seems like I'm stuck in a vicious cycle now, constantly working overtime and constantly having insomnia."

"Should we go to the hospital to get it checked out?"

"They look down on it; what if they find out it's a serious illness? That would be the end of them."

"What kind of weird ostrich mentality is this? It's like you won't get sick if you don't get checked. I think you're just under too much pressure."

"Is high stress an easy problem to solve?" Gu Huai exhaled a rather unsightly smoke ring, much like his life, which seemed to have never been completed beautifully.

Xu Cheng shook his head with a wry smile, "Back in college, I always thought you were the one in our dorm most prone to mental problems, and now it seems that's a bit of a stretch. By the way, speaking of your insomnia, today our company was discussing a business matter with people from 'Oasis' company."

"Oasis? Is that the Oasis company that makes a huge fuss every year to promote its new products, claiming that each generation of products will be revolutionary and groundbreaking, but in reality, the only thing it achieves is in terms of price?"

Seeing Gu Huai's frowning expression, Xu Cheng smiled and said, "Don't be so prejudiced against them. This time, they want to launch something called a sleep capsule for people who suffer from insomnia due to anxiety and stress in this day and age. The product has been made and they are preparing for extensive testing. They just happened to give our company a few slots. As long as you write down your experience every day after using it, there are no other fees. Do you want to try it? I can get it for you tonight."

To be honest, Gu Huai has tried everything he can to solve his insomnia problem.

But as soon as he heard about this product, he had a strong feeling that he was being scammed by a pyramid scheme.

"A sleep pod? Sounds pretty high-tech, but it can't be some kind of blessed pillow, can it? Theoretically, we've already missed the age of a technological explosion. If they could even develop something like that, assuming it's true..."

"Alright, alright, stop being so emotional one minute and pretending to be a sci-fi fan the next. Why don't you just try it and see? If it doesn't work, then don't use it. I'll get it for you tonight. I'm really afraid you'll die if you don't go to sleep soon."

"But."

"No buts, I'll contact them for you right now."

It turns out.

People with poor initiative are completely unable to refuse people with strong initiative.

When I arrived home, the so-called sleep pod had already been delivered to my home.

The device called a sleep pod turns out to be just a simple, closable helmet. The user manual is quite basic, probably because it hasn't been fully standardized and released to the market yet.

After much hesitation and deliberation, Gu Huai went to take a shower.

Then I drank a whole large glass of pure milk.

Then take one melatonin tablet and three fish oil tablets.

Finally, he put on his helmet, lay down on the bed, and placed his hands on his lower abdomen, as if preparing to die peacefully.

Although it's a closed helmet, there are still ventilation openings around the nose and lips, so Gu Huai's breathing won't feel obstructed.

The neck area also has a design similar to a sleep pillow, and it's quite comfortable to use.

Following the instructions in the user manual, I pressed the operation button on the side of the helmet.

A gentle, non-jarring notification sound rang out, followed by a soft light appearing in front of me—it was the display screen.

Words gradually appeared on it.

Welcome to Oasis products! We are dedicated to serving you.

This product is still in the experimental stage. Please strictly follow the instructions for use. Oasis Company reserves the right to the final interpretation of this product's terms.

Would you like to experience a sweet sleep right away?

It should ideally be sweet.

No, as long as I can fall asleep, that's fine.

Gu Huai pressed the button on the side without expression and selected "Yes".

Okay, please close your eyes and adjust your breathing. We will begin creating the most comfortable sleep environment for you shortly.

As the light gradually dimmed and disappeared, Gu Huai closed his eyes.

At that moment, soft white noise came into view.

Gu Huai was beginning to feel like he had been deceived.

This so-called white noise that helps people fall asleep is completely useless to me; it is quickly countered by my unusually active mind at night.

To put it simply, this is too basic, isn't it? I'd rather watch a video about camping in the rain.

It's hard to imagine how much Oasis Company would sell such a fraudulent thing for.
"buzz"

What's going on?
This time it wasn't white noise, but rather a premonition of an earthquake; it felt like everything around me was shaking.

Wait!

Something went wrong, didn't it?
Am I wearing a helmet or a helmet-shaped bomb?!

It's not going to explode, is it?!

The vibrations became increasingly noticeable, and the frequency became increasingly intense.

Just as Gu Huai was becoming increasingly uneasy and was thinking about how to remove his helmet, he lost consciousness and fell asleep.

When Gu Huai regained consciousness, what he saw before him was...
The Perfect Life Simulation System is at your service.

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　New author, new book, please support me! By the way, there will be no NTR elements. There will be foreshadowing and setup, but there will be absolutely no plot holes!
　　
　
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